Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.